Let Parties broken so remain.
Factions are hard to reconcile:
Prate not of Law and Order—by the main!
There is a fussiness worse than death
Trouble on trouble, pain on pain,
Lost labour, and sheer waste of breath,
Sore task to hearts dead beat by many wars,
And ears grown dumb with listening to loud party jars.
V.
But propt on sand and pebbles rolly-olly